I’m Li Xiaowei, in-game ID “Old Bow,” and I’m being cornered on a cliff by twelve elite members of the server’s number one guild, [Imperial Dynasty].
“Run, you trash archer! You were pretty good at running when you stole our boss, weren’t you?” The warrior stalks toward me with a sneer.
I quietly calculate the distance: thirty-five meters, exactly one meter beyond the warrior’s Charge range.
They think I’m relying on the one-of-a-kind hidden class I won in a draw, “Huang Zhong.”
But they have no idea that my real trump card is a skill I honed over ten years as a food delivery rider.
Archers need room to deal damage? After ten years of weaving through rush-hour traffic, I know better than anyone that when paths cross, the faster one wins.
Archers are bad at protecting themselves? I can stay calm and deliver on time even after getting eighteen complaints in one day. When it comes to handling pressure, you lot are all amateurs.
I raise my bow and fire three arrows in rapid succession, threading one precisely through the only gap in the mage’s Ice Shield.
“Sorry,” I say softly as they stare at me in shock. “This delivery is going to be fatal if it’s late.”
